Sports Romance: Feeling The Heat

by Michelle Roberts

  A few minutes ticked and Josh looked at her again.

  “I hope we won’t be this quiet while we’re dating, Katie.”

  She laughed. “God no, I think we have a lot to talk about. I mean no more awkward silences- well not much awkwardness. I think we can catch up better. We ‘ve lived under the same roof for two years and I think I’ve spoken less than a thousand words to you.”

  “Good, I can’t stay quiet for long,” he breathed with a laugh.

  “I’ll be as sociable as possible,” Katie assured him.

  He squeezed her hand softly. “I don’t regret kissing you that day, when it led to this. I just didn’t like the whole accident part.”

  “You really wanted to kiss me that badly?”

  “Yes. You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you. I waited to kiss you in the same time that knowing what I felt for you was starting to get serious. You seriously have no idea that I was close to chickening out. But I just had to. I had to know if you at least felt something for me. When you started to kiss me, I knew I wasn’t the only one in it.”

  Katie’s face reddened.

  “Where did you go yesterday? When you left us at the hospital?”

  “Walked home. It was a good leisurely walk and it gave me more time to think about how much you meant to me.”

  “We’re two very different people.”

  “I know. It gives me the determination to work harder for us, and I hope you feel the same.”

  “Aren’t we a little too young to profess true love, though?”

  “Screw being too young. I had never felt that sure in my whole life. When I held your hand in the ambulance, I knew I was in it for the long run, and I don’t care whatever everyone else thinks.”

  “You say it like it’s so easy.”

  “Falling in love and staying in love is never easy, look at our parents. But I’m willing to work for it, whatever it takes.”

  “You think this is going to be a happily ever after for us?”

  “Only time will tell, Katie. And this takes two people to make it work. I’m not asking for anything grand, we’ll take things slow. What our pace is now, I’m fine with it. I waited for you for two years and I didn’t mind at all.”

  Josh looked at Katie and smiled at her, his warm eyes melting into hers. She didn’t need to say anything for him to know that she was as serious about him as he was serious about her. He felt he needed to say something, something to seal the deal.

  “It took me less than a breath to find out I really liked you, and it took me less than a heartbeat to know I didn’t want to lose you,” Josh began, “and I hope you’ll find my sincerity acceptable. I love you, Katie Hunter, and I won’t promise anything crazy, but I just want you to know I’ll do what I can to make you happy. And if I make you cry, I give you permission to kick me where it hurts most.”

  Katie laughed. “Shut up and kiss me, will you?”

  And Josh leaned in to give her the sweetest kiss she had ever had.

  END

  Bonus Book #2

  Treasured Authority

  Chapter One

  “C’mon, Casandra, it’ll be fun!” A jovial Lisa Fenton was already in her silver sequin short dress, her glittering green eyes like a rare piece of diamond. Her golden blond hair was fixed in a messy pixie, framing her heart-shaped face. She looked like a royal princess, ready to break hearts with one of her dazzling smiles. Casandra could stand for that, she’d seen how guys drool for her, each and every one of them wanted to get her attention.

  If her look wasn’t enough to make one fall in love, then her down to earth attitude would. Casandra was sold the very first time they met during their first year in College.

  “This will be our last chance to party before finals,” Loren chimed in, another friend of hers. She too looked dashing in her fire engine red lipstick and raven black hair that went about her waist. Loren was in the slim model type body; her matching red fitting dress just added up to her sex appeal.

  The two never made her feel left out. If one of them was going to an event, instead of inviting their boyfriends first, they would ask each other each other if they wanted to tag along. And so far, Casandra was the only one single and she preferred it that way. She needed to pull through the finals, her scholarships relied on that as well as her family.

  The two of them had been fuzzing around for the past five minutes after claiming that they’re waiting outside her door. The moment she opened the door, the two ambushed her to go to her room and change in one of the dresses they brought with them.

  A few minutes later, and she was still sitting in her bed with the two doing their best to persuade her.

  “Exactly. The more reason why I can’t go with you, girls.” Casandra hated to be holding them up but she can’t really miss tonight’s review…

  To her surprise, Loren and Lisa dropped on their knees, their hands clasped together.

  “What are you—“

  “We’re begging you, Cassie, please go with us tonight,” Lisa pleaded, Loren nodded her head in agreement.

  Casandra shot up to her feet and pull them up on their feet. “This is crazy, guys,” she muttered.

  Imagine two famous ladies in the world dropping to their knees just to plead for a pauper woman like her to go with them?

  Unbelievable.

  “Is that a yes?” Loren looked hopeful, holding Lisa’s hand tightly.

  Casandra sighed.

  “It is!” The two started jumping like crazy, squealing in delight. Despite herself, Casandra couldn’t help a smile herself.

  “You guys are the craziest,” she said in defeat.

  “You love us,” Lisa.

  She did.

  “Not so much when you’re both teaming up against me.”

  “Friends don’t let their girlfriend get holed up in her room on a Friday night, burning her brain cells studying,” Loren said, pulling out the various dress they chuck inside the duffel bag.

  Heaven help me, this would be a long night.

  *

  An hour later…

  The group chose a classy bar that wasn’t that crowded. It was classy yet an ordinary people was still able to get in. Inside, the music was loud but low enough to hear if your friend was saying something.

  Kyle, Lisa’s boyfriend and Dylan, Loren’s unsure relationship with him went to get them something to drink while the three of them were left dancing, laughing at each other.

  The two decided on sexy dresses for her but Casandra turned them down until they pulled out a nude pink dress. It hugged her in the right places, enhancing the slopes of her body. Also, it reached an inched above her knees which she liked. It was fluttering but wholesome. As for her heels, they lend her a strappy matching color heels which reached past her calves. She was just an average height woman so anything that made her feel taller works for her. They finished her look with her brown curls in full blown, and fresh look makeup.

  Soon, the two were back, handing them their drinks.

  The cup looked like an ordinary coke but Casandra had her suspicion that half of it was a boost.

  She shrugged, dunking it in one shot. They cheered.

  Just as she suspected, the alcohol burned down her throat, she winced from how strong it was.

  Not long, she started to loosen up. The group dance went on until Kyle got impatient and swift Lisa away. She looked backward, her eyes asking them if it’s okay. Casandra smiled, urging her friend to do whatever she pleased. Loren was too busy grinding with Dylan to notice.

  The lovebird left the group, murmuring to each other’s ears as they vanished from the crowd.

  Casandra excused herself, feeling a little stuffy.

  She found the comfort room right away which was a relief. She was feeling a little bit tipsy, hunting for the bathroom wasn’t exactly appealing at the moment.

  Once inside, she laid her pocket in the sink, facing the mirror. She was flushed from the drink and from dancing, her haz
el eyes stared at her wide eyed.

  She had to admit, she never really had fun, this was the first time she would let loose and let things play the way they meant to go. The responsible Casandra was buried deep inside her right now, instead, the girl that want to have fun that had been hiding all along was at this moment.

  Shaking her head at her silly thoughts, Casandra moved to the faucet and washed her face with cold water. She quickly dried up and went out there again. This time, feeling a bit of herself.

  Loren waited for her in the bar, “Dylan and I are taking ourselves to somewhere private, that alright?”

  Not missing a beat, she nodded her head.

  “Go on, don’t worry about me,” she smiled.

  “I’m not worried,” Loren grinned then shift her attention. Casandra followed where she was looking.

  A man in black Armani saunters his way towards them, his long legs covered the space from them without effort, hands in his pockets.

  Casandra looked at her friend.

  Loren leaned over her, crouching down to her level. “He’s been eye fucking you since we get here.”

  She pulled away, aghast by her friend’s vulgar term.

  “Loren, what did you do?”

  Loren squeezed her hand, then winked. On cue, Dylan excused themselves and left just in time the man stopped before her. He had enigmatic green eyes, they were dark, framed by his dark brows. His jaw had a stubborn jut, peppered with five o’clock shadow.

  Her breathing turned hollow.

  No man had made her feel quite the same she was feeling now. There was a stampeding elephant in her belly, a warmth in her chest that spread throughout the tips of her fingers to her toes.

  “Want to get out of here?”

  His deep voice snapped her out of her trance.

  She blinked at him. “Pardon?”

  He lowered his head, his breath fanning her in a sensitive spot in her neck. His hand came around her waist, pulling her flushed against his body. The smell of spice and sandalwood wafted in her head, making her dizzy. With her hands on his chest, she felt just how hard he was inside the Armani suit he was wearing, firm.

  “I’m planning to whisk you away from here where without prying eyes, preferably in my penthouse.”

  She stiffened in his arms.

  He pulled away, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

  Casandra knew that the two have their hands on this, they had been pestering her about clubbing for the past couple of weeks now and this was one of their grand schemes. But most of all, Casandra didn’t find the whole ordeal unexpected. This night was bound to happen, one way or the other.

  Reckless Casandra wanted this and the responsible smaller voice of the other Casandra was mute in the background.

  “You’re not a serial killer?” The thought just came unexpectedly.

  For a moment, she saw his serious face cracked into amusement.

  “I wish I am. It makes things more exciting, don’t you think?”

  She didn’t know what to say to that. The man didn’t look like he would be throwing jokes. There was this dark aura flowing around him, following his every movement. He oozed of confidence it was like he expected everyone to bend to his will.

  This was only a one-night thing anyway, she thought. No harm was done.

  “Take me away.”

  His eyes flashed, “Are you sure you don’t want your friends knowing where you’ll be?”

  “Are you a serial killer?”

  He squeezed her ass, cutting her off before she could appeal. “Your trust in me is humbling, sweetcheeks.”

  Had this been any other night, she would’ve been out of here, no question asked.

  *

  The ride to his place was tense. The air was so thick she could slice through it. They were quiet, keeping to their thought before the big event that was to come. When he slowed to a stop in an iron gate, a security opened it for them. A few more minutes and they were finally parking outside a cobblestone penthouse. She didn’t notice the way because her mind was busy wandering but from the look of it, she was in a VIP neighborhood.

  Her door opened, outside was a patiently waiting man who she still didn’t know the name.

  He helped her out, giving the key to one of his man to park his sports car all the way.

  Once they were inside, Casandra felt her heart boomed louder in her ears. This is it.

  When he turned to her, she was holding her breath.

  “Coffee or hot chocolate?”

  His question took her by surprise. It seemed to be proving her calculations of him wrong throughout the night.

  He noticed the way she looked, following her train of thoughts.

  His brows shot up, “What? You expect me to maul you like a boy in heat?”

  She flushed, “I was thinking that we’ll get at it and be done with it as soon as possible.”

  He turned serious, “The last thing I wanted to happen tonight is a quickie with you. If I wanted that, I could’ve called one or more willing ladies in my dial.”

  “Aren’t you full of yourself?”

  He closed the distance between them, their breaths fanning each other and his smelled of mint.

  She stood her ground.

  “A minute in my presence and you’re already thinking the worst of me, what can I say?”

  She huffed, “Fine, I’ll take coffee.”

  When he didn’t move, she looked at him with the, what now look. He was just staring at her with his eyes dark.

  “What are—“

  “Don’t do that again. I might just take you right now and heaven knows I’m trying to hold on.”

  Her head went big, the hair in the back of her neck stood up.

  What she said next was not the smartest.

  Don’t tease the beast.

  Too late.

  “Then take me.”

  Like a dam that had been holding back the flood for too long, he finally exploded.

  He grabbed her by the waist and without further delay, he smashed his mouth with hers. Colors burst behind her closed lids, their hands frantic.

  He turned her around, digging his undeniable hard on in her back. Casandra wounded her arms around his neck, moaning in abandoned. They went on like that for a while until he finally had enough. Without warning, he lifted her off the ground and hurriedly made his way upstairs. Casandra was feverish, there was an ache in the pit of her belly, a need she couldn’t quite put her fingers on.

  Her thoughts were cut off when suddenly, they entered a dim room. His room without a doubt.

  When he laid her down the bed, she couldn’t wait for him do the undressing for her. Impatient, she pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the floor.

  She looked at him just to find him standing there, staring at her.

  Casandra suddenly felt naked under his scrutinizing eyes.

  He was still in his Armani suit but without his vest, while she on her white lace matching set. Another plan from the two.

  Chapter Two

  “It’s not fair that I’m in my underwear already and you’re still clothed.”

  He stalked towards her, “You just know what to say, don’t you?”

  She swallowed, her heart trying to break free from her ribcage.

  The bed dipped at his heavy mass of muscles, making her breath hitched. Unable to take her eyes away from him, Casandra watched as he started unbuttoning his shirt. She caught glimpsed of hairs on his chest, his olive skin looked warmer than her fair complexion. She moved closer to him, wanting to do it herself.

  Again, it was like he knew what she was thinking. He let her undressed him without saying a thing. She was shaking, nervous while at the same time anticipating what would happen next.

  When she popped the last button, he took her hands in his and lay them on his chest while he shrugged off his shirt.

  He was all rocks inside, making her reach over and touch him. He tipped her chin up, looking at her straight in the eye
s. And slowly, their lips met, her mouth welcomed his searching tongue, ripping a breathy moan from her.

  The next thing she knew was she was lying in his bed, his arms bracing on either side of her waist, his mouth lapping her in the sensitive part of her neck to her collarbone. Her nails were digging in the mattress, eyes closed.

  “It’s Vincent.”

  She opened her eyes and find him looking at her intently. “I-I’m Casandra.”

  “I know.”

  Before she could ask how he knew her name, Vincent quickly distracted her by slipping his hand behind her and deftly fumbled for the clasp of her bra. His skillful hands got her out of her underwear right away along with his.

  As she sat up, she couldn’t take her away from his manhood, not knowing what to make of it. When he came back to bed, something clicked inside her head, this was really it.

  He guided her back to her lay down, keeping eye contact with her.

  Casandra wasn’t planning on making anything out of this other than a night thing but with the way he was doing this, it felt so intimate.

  “I want you to remember me every time you close your eyes and know that it’s only me who’ll ever make you feel this way,” he cupped her, eliciting a cry from her. He leaned down to her ears, their body touching and she was sure that he could feel her booming heart.

  When Vincent parted her folds, Casandra’s immediate reaction was to stop him but he gently pride her hands away and murmured consolation in her ears. Soon, she was writhing underneath him, putty in his hands.

  “Vincent,” she breathed, her back arched up.

  He crawled beneath her until he was facing her soaping sex, throbbing from the need she only heard from her friends.

  Her plea went unheard as he parted her legs and take her in his mouth. Her world blanched, a cry ripped out of her lungs as it echoed inside the room and her hands clutching onto his hair. His fingers worked magic on her, throwing her off the edge.

  Breathing raggedly, Casandra opened her eyes to find Vincent once again looking at her. His eyes were hooded, chest heaving as fast as she did.